Tangled Temptations novel Chapter 125

Eloise bit her lip gently.

How shameless he was! But at the same time, she felt a deep sadness. Neither she nor Joan had ever truly mattered to Harvey.

He was only interested in her body.

He hadn't had enough of her, so he was willing to pretend to be nice to her.

As for Joan, he looked down on her, even despised her, but he still gave her a glimmer of hope, like a cat toying with a mouse.

With this realization, Eloise regained her composure.

She calmly said, "We'll talk when you get back."

Harvey stared at her retreating figure for a moment, then walked out.

Joan was waiting at the door, her face pale.

She had seen it all.

She saw Harvey sweet-talking Eloise, his indifference masking his concern for her. She used to think she was the only one who had that privilege, but seeing it firsthand made her realize that her place in Harvey's heart had been subtly replaced by another woman.

Joan was not willing to accept this.

She softly said, "Come over for a drink, okay?"

Harvey didn't respond directly. Not until getting into the car he said, "Joan, you've been chasing after me lately, I won't deny that it's a thrill for any man, but we both know it's just child's play, no big deal."

Joan's face turned pale in an instant.

Harvey lit a cigarette, taking his time.

He slowly exhaled a smoke ring, looking at Joan.

"The past is in the past, and there's no way I'm going to have anything more to do with you. Despite our breakup, Griffin and I are still good pals. Joan, stop making a scene."

Joan's lips trembled, "Is it because of Eloise? Have you fallen for her?"

Harvey didn't respond. He had no obligation to explain his private life to Joan.

Joan fell silent for a long time, then chuckled softly.

"Harvey, I wish you well."

...

Eloise thought Harvey might not come home all night. After all, he was meeting his old flame, and Joan had specifically sought him out for that purpose.

But surprisingly, Harvey was back by one in the morning.

Eloise was already in bed.

He removed his coat, embraced her from behind, and gently nibbled on her neck.

His hand reached for her body.

Eloise let out a soft cry.

Harvey's voice was low, "Feeling better?"

Eloise grabbed his hand, stopping him from going further.

"It still hurts a bit."

Harvey had not touched a woman in a long time, and although he had had his fill that night, his youthful vigor made him crave a woman's touch every night.

He couldn't resist the urge to kiss her.

Eloise was resistant, turning her head away from his kiss, mumbling incoherently, "Harvey... I'm sleepy... don't do this. Harvey, I don't want to!"

When she finally told the truth, Harvey raised one arm and looked down at her. He knew what she was bothered about!

His eyes were deep. He stared at her, unable to resist rubbing his nose against her face gently.

"Eloise, I haven't touched her. Not in the past, not now."

...

Eloise was hit right in the feels, she felt both embarrassed and angry, and turned her face away, "How would I know if it's true?"

Harvey was in a good mood tonight.

He gently bit her nose, soft and adorable...

His voice was full of mischievous charm, "I can prove it, Ms. Laurent, wanna give it a try?"

Before his words could sink in, he was guiding her hand towards him.

Eloise let out a small squeal and struggled lightly.

The more she resisted, the more it excited him, driving his desire.

He teased her, "Do you understand now? I have no lingering feelings for other women. I'm all yours, when you're ready, let me know... okay?"

Eloise opened them one by one, keeping a record. She would have to return the favors later.

When she got to a golden box, Eloise noticed the familiar handwriting on the outside.

Upon closer inspection, it was a gift from Harvey.

Eloise was a bit surprised that he would send a gift to Encore Soundworks, but it was a pleasant surprise. No woman could resist a surprise.

She carefully unwrapped the package.

She thought he would send expensive jewelry, but surprisingly, it was a pair of thousand-year-old butterfly specimens.

The two butterflies had noticeably different sizes.

One male, one female.

The vibrant colors and lifelike poses were excellently preserved, and very valuable.

Harvey also included a note.

Eloise carefully opened it, there was only one sentence on the card: To My Beloved.

Eloise, a young woman, was wary and somewhat disappointed with him, but no woman could resist such presents and sweet talk.

She gently stroked the gift, her guard quietly crumbling within.

Just then, her phone rang. It was Harvey.

Eloise hesitated slightly before picking up.

Harvey's voice came through, gentle as ever, “Did you get the gift? Do you like it?”

Eloise responded softly.

She said, “This is a butterfly from the Ice Age in South Africa, the last pair in existence today. Harvey, how did you know I was into this back in high school?”

Harvey just chuckled.

Sitting in his office, he casually spun in his leather chair.

He didn't answer her question, he just spoke softly, “How about dinner at the apartment tonight? The servant sent over some food, and we could open a bottle of wine.”

Eloise wasn't some innocent little girl.

This kind of invite from Harvey was obviously him trying to take their relationship a step further, and he was expecting her to play along...